The Tattoo Shop (m.c)

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--- I suggest listening to: Sting by The Neighbourhood.

I quickly wipe my tears with the loose sleeve of my pullover and open the door, revealing a very worried looking Michael.

I tried to talk, tried to tell him to come in, but my voice didn't come out. Instead, I looked at him with painful eyes.

"Andrea...." He spoke slowly and calmly, a hint of sorrow in his voice. 

I shacked my head quickly and he embraced me in a hug, allowing me to let out a few sobs I had been holding in for a while.

"Hey, its okay." He mumbled into my hair quietly, his smooth voice making the loose hair on the back of my neck prickle.

I let go of his hug and allowed him to walk inside. I gestured for him to go into my living room and take a seat. I followed behind him and watched him as he looked around the dark red walls of the room.

We both sat down on the cream white couch near the door. I pulled the sleeves of my pullover and watched them cover my hands. I looked up to see Michael staring down at me, his face concerned.

"Tell me whats wrong." He spoke suddenly, breaking the comforting silence that was occurring.

I let out a weak sigh before looking up at Michael.

"Michael, I know we only met each other today, but I have no one right now and I needed someone to talk to and I th..." I started speaking before he cut me off.

"Andrea, I need you to tell me whats wrong please" He spoke as his arm reached up to grab my hand that was resting on my lap.

My eyes found his tattoo and I stared at it for a moment.

"My ex was here, I haven't seen him for a year. He tried to rape me. I fought to get him out, he was drunk" I told Michael quickly, breathing for air quickly when I finished my sentence.

I watched Michaels expression go from sorrow to anger rather quickly, making me regret telling him.

"Did this happen now?" He asked me softly, but I knew his eyes had burning flames in them. I nodded.

"Im going after him." Michael quickly told me, getting up from the couch we were in, but I quickly reached out to grab his hand.

"Michael..." I spoke slowly. He turned around and faced me, his eyes wide. 

"I need you to be here with me, not to leave." I told him.

He looked at me, his eyes returning to their usual greenish grey color.

"Alright." He spoke slowly, grabbing both of my hands. He brought me up to my feet, hugging me once again.

"Im here to support you Andrea." He spoke again, his voice showing a strong side to him.

I nodded simply and breathed in his fresh green lime cologne, my mind zooming out of the dark thoughts.

"Lets get you cleaned up" He told me after a while.

I nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him into my room.

"Please wait here" I told him softly.

He hesitated before nodding and sitting down on my bed.

I opened the door to my bathroom, grabbing some clothes before entering.

Just as I was about to close my bathroom door, before I realized I should thank Michael for being here.

"Thank you" I whispered loud enough for him to hear me and turn his head my way, sending me a confronting smile.

I closed the door and turned on the shower.

I watched my reflection in the mirror get foggy, before finally stripping down my clothes and walking into the shower.

When my skin made contact with the water, I let out a small shriek of pain, the feeling of Andrews hands on me took over my body and I slid down my bath tub, hitting my arm strongly against the metal tube passing the water down on me.

I groaned in pain, my soaking hair covering up my vision.

I felt miserable.

"I am the architect of my own destruction" I whispered to myself quietly, before placing both of my hands on my head. I closed my eyes and allowed strong sobs to escape my pink rosy lips.

"Andrea?" I heard Michaels voice call from outside, but I ignored it as the shower kept running.

"Andrea?" He called out once again, but all I was able to do was sob.

I heard the door open, and was soon embarrassed of my horrible state.

I kept my eyes closed and stayed put in my position, soon hearing the shower being turned off.

I was now sobbing quietly as I felt two arms scoop me and wrap me around a soft towel.

"Th.. thank you" I managed to speak as I looked up and saw a broken Michael hold me in his arms.

"Im not leaving you tonight" He told me dominantly.

I nodded as I felt him place me onto my bed softly.

I wrapped myself better around the towel, unable to get up as I was still feeling dizzy, I closed my eyes once again.

"Im sor..." I began to speak, but was interrupted once again.

"don't.." He spoke as I felt a hand grab my chin softly, making my face turn in the direction wanted. I opened my eyes and saw Michael laying next to me. 

I looked down at my arms and saw the blue veins appear through my thin pale skin.

"I felt his hands all over me.." I told Michael slowly, looking at him once again.

"Dont worry." He told me, not breaking eye contact.

"Your safe."

I closed my eyes, feeling the effect of the alcohol or drug that Andrew had consumed and passed onto me through our unpleasant kiss.

"I really need to talk to you tomorrow" I told him, lifting my head up weakly and turning back to find him laid down on the edge of my bed.

"Alright." He told me simply, smiling softly at me. "Just forget the fact that we don't know each other well, I'm here to help you."

I soon zoned off, feeling Michaels hands trace over the tattoo on my back.

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Ohohoho Helloza. Im sorry I don't update, but its hard. I feel like I'm taking things a bit too fast but I wanted to update, so this is the update! Thank you for reading, send me private messages for feedback! Thank you!